The Limelette Doesn't Fall Far...

It has been suggested that my snarky Limlette#1 bears some similarity to a particular progenitor. I recoil in shock, "Moi????" Well, ok, maybe a little. Here's a story I offer up. You be the judge.

It is the first day of kindergarten for Lime. She excitedly climbs aboard the big yellow schoolbus and settles in between her two best buddies, who are old hat at this 'school thing.' They chatter away during the whole ride. Finally, they arrive at school. Sweet Little Lime scampers out of the bus expectantly and follows everyone into the school. The kindergartners are directed to their respective classes.

Sweet Little Lime meets Mrs. Moyer, her teacher, and is amazed by the beehive hairdo that could rival Marge Simpson's. The teacher's dress is also quite impressive with its swirls of psychedelic colors. Sweet Little Lime is stunned into silence. She enters her classroom finds where she is to deposit her things and sets about to exploring the room. She is only 4 but she can already read independantly and finds the selection of story books available appallingly inane. She hopes the teacher has the 'good books' in safe keeping somewhere else.

Mrs. Moyer announces it is time to sit down because the principal will be coming to meet us all and welcome us. This sounds mildly interesting. Sweet Little Lime takes her seat and watches a short, bald guy with a baggy suit enter the room. In the whiniest, most nasal voice Lime has ever heard, the principal welcomes the kindergarteners, 'Good morning, kindergarten, welcome to school. Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah....... (on and on and on and on for what seems like an eternity. even the teacher is shuffling her feet and looking around the room, not very interested. Many classmates have begun to whisper and chatter among themselves.) Blahblahblahblahblahblah......And one of the things we will learn in kindergarten is when it is time to be quiet, because some of us here have big mouths and need to learn when to quiet them.'

Sweet Little Lime recognizes this as the time when her astute observational skills coupled with her good verbal expression may be most appreciated. She raises her hand like a good little Lime and waits to be called on before she announces proudly, 'And we know who has the BIGGEST mouth of all!'

And thus ends the story of how Sweet Little Lime had a note home to her parents on the first day of kindergarten.